So I wrote a blog on here saying that I'd sent for an informational packet on Governor's School. I think that was about a year ago. The packet came quickly after in the mail, and I was disappointed to see that they had no openings in the Creative Writing department at the time.

But, Mum told me they'd get spaces back when students were about to graduate.

I waited.

About half a year ago, another packet came in the mail. It was an application for Governor's School, since they'd acquired openings from all the seniors graduating. I quickly took it in and worked my average-sized butt off to get the application sent in on time.

Then I auditioned. I was afraid but refused to show it. The men who talked to me were really nice and amiable, so I cooled down and talked like a human, not an interviewee. They told me I'd need to read more contemporary poetry before the school year; I agreed, then it was time to go home.

More waiting.

I received word, last month, that they'd be sending the rejections and acceptance over the mail during the first week of April. The anticipation for anything even LIKE that is unbearable.



Back in late July, I met a boy--one I'd seen around school--on MySpace. People always think this is unorthodox, but some of my friends vaguely knew him, and by his page, I could tell he was a nerdy gamer.

So I used the AIM on his page to ask if he knew where to buy good DDR pads, because I especially loved DDR at the time. He told me, and then we talked about my lack of money, which led to his job, which led to a million other conversations within that one night. We started talking around midnight. He finally decided to get some sleep around six or seven in the morning.

And this was the first time we'd had a conversation.

And I have to admit, during that first conversation, I developed a crush. His grammar wasn't perfect (and as an English freak, I ended up shouting at the screen every time he used the wrong homophone), and he sometimes rubbed me the wrong way, but I liked talking to him more than anyone else. Everything I took years to confide in anyone else, I wanted to confide to him that night.

So, naturally, we started staying up like the more often. We'd watch the sunrise online together, or talk about how the moon looked, but on top of that, we talked about anything that came to mind. I wanted to learn more, constantly more.

The crush got worse. We'd hang out, sometimes, just lay around. Mum thought he was sweet on me, I thought he saw me as just a cute kid friend, since we're about two to three years apart, depending on the time of year.

But I told him I liked him, anyway. And it was bad, I was in this deep.

He said he liked me back.

On September second, he asked me to be his girlfriend.



I woke up to the sound on my iPod knocking against my doorknob from the handle I'd secured it to. I was conscious of the fact that I'd slept in his jacket, but knew he probably would just find it adorable.

I curled up and whined. He told me it was time to get up. I opened my eyes and saw him standing beside my bed, a beautifully sunny day waiting behind him. He had this little smile on his face. I'd never seen that before we were an item, and he tells me that's why.

It was only later that I realized it had been seven months since we'd first kissed, held hands, lay our heads on each other's.

And wait, there's more.

I came home today after an especially wonderful day and went outside in my bare feet, enjoying the amazingly perfect temperature. I traipsed through the grass for a shortcut to the mailbox, hoping the report card I was going to intercept wasn't so horrific. I took the mail, and set out for the house. Half way up the stairs, I start looking through the mail.

I reached the door, then froze and collapsed against it.

The Governor's School emblem. The first week of April.

It was a small envelope.

I got inside, and I was shaking. My life was in my hands. My life was right there. I was too shocked to cry, or smile, or fear, or anything. I dropped the mail right in the middle of the floor, grabbed the phone, dialed, and sat near the mail pile.

It felt like the envelope had never left my hand.

"They're here," I told Sarah when she answered. She guessed report cards, too, but once I responding in the negative, she got it.

We opened them at the same time. I couldn't breathe.

I had to get up. I had to move. She opened hers and squealed, and we talked, but then I told her I had to go.

I didn't. I had calm down.

I staggered from the front window, still holding the letter. My couch was close, so I sat down.

The tears came in an instant, and I couldn't stop sobbing. Anyone else would have thought something was horribly wrong, but nothing was wrong. Everything was perfect.

"Congratulations," it'd read. Congratulations.



This has been the best day of my life.

Yay!

Congrats, that's amazing!
» Chloefoxx on 2008-04-03 12:31:19

Woo governor's school! I went to my local arts/tech one, but the arts people were always taking our money.
» ikimashokie on 2008-04-15 07:22:00

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